INGREDIENTS OF HEART AFFAIRS

Love, as we intend to dissect and digest, is limited to matters of the heart, in and out of passionate, compassionate romance.

Love affairs in this dictionary refer to a relationship between two bodies that wish to have it culminate in intimate lovemaking.

The scope includes the good, which meet the expectation and consent of partakers, the bad, such as leave broken hearts or hearts, and the ugly, which dealt a blow that could be devastating to the unfortunate in a merger.

A truth is that all who travel this line of hearts mingling, wish, and hope, to encounter olive and a dove only.

However, reality reveals that the most common products of heart affairs are vultures and hyenas, though they arrive garbed as olive and dove.

In cancelled real purpose, these groups take love as a game or a fling.

When two hearts of divergent anticipation collide to coil a joint.

Then, failed desire a most possible outcome.

These affairs, personal opinion, are better based on a strong foundation of understanding.

In a manner that can downplay undue and uncoordinated desire.

And place a premium on the craving and requirement of the partner.

In this way, if the two eyes and hearts that decide to come together and knot a ring can open their sight and feeling to the convergent and divergent points of view in their respective partner, then indeed they can learn to live as a couple of their hearts' desire.

Let’s hereunder take a brief journey through the muddy waters of heart affairs and possibly locate one or two condiments that can put a good percentage of pilgrims in this climate on an enjoyable and lasting footing.

Living in dungeon, without four wall

Living in a dungeon, without four walls

In walls of four and a ceiling of twelve

The numbers on the tip of the finger,

Because out invited me not

Even when without, to axe joblessness

Lacking, smiling, and talking faces,

Extend my incarceration

Live on the streets with a streaming two-legged ghost.

Pounding the paths, for not there sustenance

Where is the government? Where is the job

Dearth all over, of job, of road, of water, of clinic,

Even of collective waste bin,

Litters, hugging the sky, stench feeding the nose

Yet, they are in charge; they got the jobs, elective offices.

Birth of deceit, gun, murder, lip service promises

Serve the state; they do, by throwing lavish wedding parties,

At the president’s town home, for the bride,

At the governor’s town home, as the groom,

At the governor’s state house, still as the groom,

Grand finale, at the palatial presidential palace

Their electrical power holder withheld power,

Living the balance of active imagination

I, though, ride on my prison term with friendly darkness.

The ever constant companion, anyway.